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falling
for the clock
through the night
the travelling ache for company
falling round the world
out of windows doors
past the fixed stars
falling up again
about with laughter
up to old tricks
deep in the socks of day
for the dream
from great depths
for you, your wayward wiles
the future stumble
falling into these arms again
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